Voice of Dragonland

PS: The knife is over, and the plot part begins~

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"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Gallian called softly.

Thranduil's thick eyelashes trembled and slowly opened.

Galian and Midrian, who was standing by, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where am I?" Thranduil rolled over and sat up, "Ah... when did I get hurt?"

The hearts that Galian and Midrian had just let go hung up again.

"What happened?" Thranduil looked at Galian with a lightness that had never been seen in thousands of years, and above this lightness was an ominous mist, "Where is the father? Where is he going?" gone?"

Gallian and Midrian glanced at each other, "Uh... Your Highness, Your Majesty... went to Lorraine, and for a while... didn't return, so you rest first."

"I don't know why, but I'm worried..." Thranduil lay down as he said, "When will the father come back?"

There was a look of innocence on his face, which Galian and Midrian were very familiar with. It was the unique innocence and peace of Prince Thranduil 3000 years ago...

Due to his extreme exhaustion, Thranduil quickly fell asleep.Galian followed Midrian out of the tent, "Your Majesty, this is..."

Midrian shook his head slightly with a worried face, "The situation is not good."

"Do you think..."

"Let's see tomorrow, no one can tell right now." Midrian turned his head and looked at Gallian, "You know what His Majesty has experienced, if he is still lingering in the past, remember to follow his words, and don't tell these facts for the time being. With him..." His gaze crossed Midrian's face and landed on the tent behind him, "He has... suffered too much..."

Gallian nodded, "My lord, please... take measures to deal with it, and don't let anyone know about His Majesty's condition. The dense forest has been damaged so much that even... Your Highness... we are extremely fragile and cannot withstand any impact. "

"I understand..." Midrian nodded, "I will arrange everything."

As the sky was getting brighter, Thranduil opened his eyes, "Galien..."

"Yes." Gallian replied cautiously.

"Where are we?"

"Grasge, go back to the jungle now." Galian handed over a hot towel.

"Where's the queen?" Thranduil asked softly.

Galian paused, and after a long time, he answered softly, "The Queen went to Long Lake..."

"Oh, is she still angry with me?" Thranduil asked in confusion, "I haven't seen her for a long time..."

"No, you know the queen loves you deeply, how could you be angry?" Gallian lowered his head, suppressing the pain in his heart.

"That's good..." Thranduil got up and walked out of the camp, "We are..."

"Your Majesty, you were injured in the conflict with the orcs. Maybe...you don't remember the details." Gallian made up nonsense to fool Thranduil.

The troops left Glasgow one after another.

Thranduil led the warriors back to the jungle, and has lived in seclusion ever since.Grand Duke Midrian declared to the outside world that the Elven King was saddened by the death of Legolas, and all matters were left to the nobles temporarily.

Thranduil was completely lost in the ocean of time, sometimes he was a prince, sometimes he was a king who just got married, and sometimes he was a strict father. Galian accompanied him silently, watching him wandering in the maze of memory, compiling Lies to coax him.

"Gallian..." Thranduil called to him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Look, they're blooming. The queen said, I want red orchids... Where is she?" Thranduil's figure became visibly thinner. The light blue blood vessels are clearly visible, and the white porcelain skin is covered with a layer of blue gray, making it look tired and haggard.

"Have you forgotten? The queen accompanied her mother to Lorraine."

"Really." Wang said nothing, and looked at the orchid successfully cultivated hundreds of years ago for a long time, with a gentle and calm expression.Galian sighed softly, and gently draped the robe in his hand over his shoulders.

"Gallian."

"Yes."

"Where is Legolas?" asked the king.

"Your Highness..." Gallian's heart felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't breathe. "He followed the Hobbit to destroy the Lord of the Rings..."

"Really? Destroy the Lord of the Rings together with the hobbit..." The king's eyes were always hazy and confused. He smiled, gentle and generous, and the loneliness was entangled in it. "Write to him, ask him... ...when are you going home?"

Galian's tears rolled down quietly, he turned his head to wipe away the tears, and replied softly, "It will be soon."

"If a big battle can't be avoided...we have to be prepared to help him." Wang tilted his head and looked at Galian seriously, "How many soldiers and horses do we have?"

"Fifty thousand." Gallian reported the number before the Battle of Glasgow.

"Very good, inform Midrian, prepare for the drill, and get ready for the battle." Thranduil raised his chin, as if he was still the king who ruled the country and ruled the world, and hadn't changed a bit.

He is trapped in the fragments of the past, living by memories, he can't tell the difference between reality and memories, he thinks that all the people who are important to him have not left, they are by his side, just disappearing temporarily.

"Galian, how is your Majesty doing?" Midrian asked with a frown.

Galian glanced at Wang standing alone in the courtyard, and slowly shook his head.

"This is troublesome..." Midrian frowned deeply.

"What happened?" Gallian asked.

"Lord Glorfindel has sent a letter, and will visit the dense forest soon to discuss the destruction of weapons."

"Come on then."

"Lord Elrond is with me."

"Then?"

"Do you think it's reasonable for our king to avoid seeing you?" Midrian walked around anxiously, "In the battle of Glasgow, we left our allies to go down the valley, which caused dissatisfaction from many parties. If the king avoids seeing you at this moment, then Charged with an ulterior motive for possessing weapons..."

"But His Majesty's current situation..."

"Gallian, we can't wait!"

"What do you want to do?"

"Let the king wake up!"

"you……"

"Tell him the truth."

"No! You can't do this!" Gallian changed his submissive attitude, "He can't bear this! Do you think he just has a memory disorder? Do you know that his body is extremely weak? If...if... Do you want to kill him?"

"Galian!!" Midrian reached out and grabbed Galian's skirt, "I know his physical condition as well as you, but don't forget, he is Thranduil! He is the king of a country, you still have to How long did you allow him to escape? Don’t you understand that the longer he falls, the more difficult it is to recover? When are you going to tell him the fact that His Highness has fallen? Keep it a secret for 100 years? 1000 years?”

"Tell me what?" A deep voice came from behind the two of them.

Midrian turned back slowly, staring closely at Thranduil, "Your Majesty, I want to tell you the truth of the matter."

Gallian's blood went cold.

Thranduil looked at Midrian in confusion, "Say."

Midrian knelt down on one knee, and met the doubtful eyes of the forest elf king.

He said coldly: "Olofer, the former king, died in the battle of Mordor in 3319 of the Second Era."

Time seemed to stand still, and those words formed a sharp sword, piercing the heart defense of Thranduil's building mercilessly.

"..."

Memories roared in and exploded in Thranduil's mind. The piercing pain made him hold his forehead. Gallian glared at Midrian, and hurried forward to hold the swaying body of the Elf King.

However, the nobleman kneeling in front of him was not moved at all, and continued to spit out cruel words.

"Queen Mythrellas, fell in the Dragon Slaying Battle in 2035 of the Third Age."

The smiling appearance of Mythrillas coincided with the last breathless appearance lying in his arms. The blood pierced through the memory and stained his eyes red.

"Stop talking..." Thranduil trembled slightly, his lips turned ashen.

"Stop talking!" Galian held Thranduil tightly, and he roared at Midrian, trying to prevent him from giving the king a fatal blow.

"His Royal Highness Legolas died in the battle of Glasgow in 2673 of the third era." Midrian lowered his eyes: "This is the whole truth. King, you can no longer continue to escape."

"Legolas..." Thranduil seemed to have returned to that fog again, chaotic, stinging, powerless... Legolas' scream suddenly rang out, piercing his heart.

Thranduil, who was like a candle in the wind, spat out a mouthful of blood and lost consciousness.

"Your Majesty!" Gallian glared at Midrian with bloodshot eyes, "If anything happens to the king... I will definitely kill you!"

"Don't bother me to do it, I will finish it myself." Midrian said coldly, "But you have to remember, he is Thranduil, our king, he has escaped long enough, it is time to return. "

The dusk in the dense forest always came late, Galian prepared herbs and pushed open the door of Thranduil's bedroom, only to find him standing by the window.

"His Majesty……"

Thranduil looked back slowly, "Please come to the council hall, nobles, I still need to listen to the government affairs reports these days."

Gallian suppressed the trembling in his heart, saluted deeply, turned around and trotted to deliver orders to the soldiers.

The breeze swayed the branch in front of the bed, and a leaf curled down and fell, which happened to land on the window sill. Thranduil stared at the fallen leaf for a long time, and slowly pulled a bitter smile from the corner of his mouth, "You ask The reason why I named you Green Leaf is because...the fallen leaves return to their roots...but you...still leave me after all..."

He looked at the big trees outside the window for a long time, watching them either straight up and straight into the sky, or intertwined and intertwined, new branches and leaves grew out of an old trunk, and they were green and lush.

His eyes paused, and there was some expectation in his heart. This little hope encouraged him, urged him, and let him cheer up again.

"Elrond will also come to the jungle?" Thranduil nodded slowly after hearing Midrian's report, "Very good. Now go to the warehouse to count the weapons and return them."

He listened to the reports of the nobles one by one, and gave instructions, with a few words, concise and crisp, which was his usual sharp style.

Midrian sighed in his heart, waking up the king this time was nothing more than a gamble, but fortunately, he won.